Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.